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Shelby and her younger sister flee into America’s heartland in search of a safe haven. They find only fear and danger, however, when they are captured by one of the assassins, Hank.
Prepared to do whatever it takes to keep her sister safe, Shelby cooperates with her capturer. Deciding that his feelings for them are more important than bounty money, Hank takes the sisters under his wing and secrets then away to his hideout: a farm in a remote corner of Colorado. They become a part of his extended family; they have finally found sanctuary.
Their safe new world is shattered when the second hit man, a relentless psychopath, captures Shelby’s little sister and uses her to lure Shelby and her lover into a middle-of-the-night showdown on an isolated Rocky Mountain battleground.
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The house had grown quiet except for the occasional creak of aging timbers reacting to changes in humidity and temperature. After watching a moonbeam stab through a window and creep over the floor, Shelby stared at the ceiling and asked herself why she always waited for events to overtake her. Why couldn't she do what Hank had suggested during their road trip? In Las Vegas he had urged her to reach out to life, to squeeze it, make it respond. “Grab life by the scruff and shake it,” he'd said. But he wouldn't reach out to her any more than he already had. The next move was up to her.Watch the video:
She threw back the bedcovers and swung her feet onto the chilly floor. If she thought about it, she would crawl back into bed, so she refused to think. Instead she reached under her gown to slip off her panties and tiptoed across the hall to his bedroom.
He lay on his back, stretched full-length under the covers. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Standing in his doorway, she said, “I'm . . . yes, I'm okay.”
“Are you chilly? Need more cover?”
“I'm lonely. May I get in with you?”
He shifted to the side, fluffed a pillow for her, and threw back the covers. She recognized the gesture as the one she had used in Las Vegas when inviting him to share Pearl's guest bed. Feeling light-headed, she pulled the door shut and climbed in with him.
He lay on his side, watching her. “You sure everything's all right?”
“I don't know. I feel . . .” She twisted to face him. “I thought you might . . . that we . . .” Why couldn't she finish a sentence? She concentrated on regulating her breathing.
He twisted onto his back again and extended an arm. “Come here.”
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